Bref, mon esprit sans connaissance d’ame
Vivait alors sur la bouche a ma dame
Don’t se mourait le corps enamoure:
Et si la levre eut guere demoure
Contre la mienne, elle m’eut suce l’ame
En la baisant
As I, condemn’d to live in sighs by Burghers of Dumfries,
Did one day listen to the cries of south-migrating Geese,
I found the frumpy Jailor’s Wife (she’d had me in July),
Had cook’d for me some country knife inside a prime beef pie.
With this (how marvellous the ruse) her half-wit husband trick’d,
With that lard-fellow well asnooze that tight wee lock I pick’d,
Ghosting within her chamber-room I twist her crystal dial,
Oblivious to danger’s doom for it had been a while.
Screeching upon an iron chair the Jailor eas’d from sleep,
I kiss’d his wife, fled from the lair, thro’ open window leap,
Night-hush soon broken by a howl to wake the whole damn town,
‘That man-wolf has escaped!’ men scowl, ‘let’s hunt the bastard down.’
Curs chase me thirty miles or more all thro’ the furtive night,
Til, coming hard upon thy door, ‘tis time to set things right,
On answering I sense thy shock, too scared to rouse the home,
Eyes Meet, Our Singing Soul-Ship’s Dock, Lips-Lock & Tongue-Tips Roam.
‘Why come to me?’ ‘I want to see thee, darling, I love you!
No woman’s ever shone in me the starlight that ye do;
Come leave thy husband, mistress, come & leave him as he snores,‘
Rush’d… in a state of half undress… ye join me out of doors.
Hen, off we fled, ‘gan glen-to-glen, two partners, hand-in-hand,
Up to the lang Water of Ken, hung high above the land,
From comely fleece we made a fire, where in its homely light
Lines of my silver sonnets hop like robins thro’ the night.
‘Ye jewel of the diamond’s price, ye bloom of rose’s rank,
Thine everlasting eyes entice me off the pirate’s plank
Into the oceans of thy heart, for in that heart we dwell,
Within this heart my Heaven & outwith thy heart my Hell.
My lovely love, my precious rose, more glorious than gold,
Led blithely in thy pert, lithe pose thy fineries unfold,
Lass, let me please unpick thy blouse with long, leaf-speckled stick,
I’ve sensed a lover’s needs arouse in thee, so strong, so quick.
Let lips fall on thy gentlest O, them deftly there shall trace
Wee love hearts with a fearie flow, leave imprints soft, like lace,
Let lips all feather-wafting drift against thy breasts so pert
Let strapping hands hitch up & lift the hem-stich of thy skirt,
With firmer grasp thy knees imprised, & spun upon the heel,
Ye with a gasp shall realized these sonnetries are real!’
A love of wondrous poesy creeping into violet hearts,
Pressing Atlantis panties deep into thy private parts;
A phantasy of auld return’d… she ravished midst the ferns,
When thistles bit & nettles burn’d un-noticed as she yearns
For some strong buck to suck her neck… I did & shook yer soul,
As buckling knees flop to the deck where, coupling, ye did crawl
To claim my carmine cock’s release, ye kneeling midst the trees,
Spread feelings I would fain ne’er cease from licking, taste & tease,
Girl, let things go, feel more than owned; throat, mouth, full of my girth,
Happy to drink thine ease from drouth, a thirsty girdle’s worth.
When licencing my roving palms, ye swoon & let them go,
Before, afront, between thy charms… above, behind, below,
Long fingers kissing cunny caves,’ rose-petal’d realms of bliss,
Tongue licking mystic honey-waves from crystal clitoris.
Beside the half-curl’d forest fronds of ferns wash’d by the Sun,
My swelling, bell-like manhood fondly yearns inside for yer hun’,
& enters supersensal worlds; hot, dizzying, orgasmic,
Surfing the transcendental swirls, inspiraling with magic,
I raise ye by thy slender waist, & with the other hand
Slow wind ye round, as now ye face the soaring, tawny land,
A rhythmical osmosis drew hot juices thro’ my loins
While sounds of hooves & horses grew that cursing cur conjoins.
A big, bold, beating, soul-completing, soar of awesome drums,
Roaring as fleet-heel’d saints were meeting, plucking seraph-strums,
Eternal & terrific discombobulating beam,
Our harp of sensuality’s emasculating dream.
A stunning gasp, the gauntlet run, our clasp insep’rable
Splashes across the Rubicon, the susurrus cerebral,
O sheer breath-taking, femur-shaking, quaking rush of blood;
O leaf-vein snaking, fruit-route taking, breaking gush of flood!
There flows such electricity when pours the whitest wine,
Immersed in eth’reality, content to know you’re mine,
As spurting procreation cells into thy nest released,
A songbird celebration fell’d the flame-fest to the east.
There is a certain alchemy when melodies fair merge,
I share with she rare chemistry & wear it surge-on-surge,
I live in her, she lives in me, there’s lyrics in our lust,
Such mystery shall always be our music & our trust.
Like Agravain on the ascent, like Agamemnon, rise
Hounds hard upon our blended scent; glows vile, bloodthirsty eyes,
As closer wrathful clamour grows I comfort thee & say,
‘There is a path from all our woes, we Poets know the way.
My lover, let us cuddle tight, gaze safely in these eyes,
Watch rays of psilocybin light make lazars in the skies…’
All in a dash of quantum flash we two were two white swans
Soaring yon Solway’s pebbledash to lands of sandy bronze.